𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐘 brought back a trophy from the battlefield of feuding covens. jane had claimed aro would be very pleased, but upon their entrance into the grand hall, all they brought was a single vampire. however, aro was not disenchanted, for her knew appearances rarely alluded to naked truth.
he rebounded down the steps of his throne to greet his guest in a satiric attempt, but something in the way she regarded him made any zeal in crimson hues to suddenly dissipate, like the death of a sole flame in a wintry night. a lost memory reemerged, from deep within his frayed, cimmerian mind : ( a lush grass field in athens, as far as the eyes can see. and she approached him, a quizzical but fond look in her eyes. ) but the same face now harbored nothing but fear. ( it couldn’t be her ! impossible. ) lest his guards wonder why their leader had quieted, he cleared his throat and spoke.
❝ who must you be ? ❞ the rich timbre carried out across the grand hall. he hoped the impressive echoes within the grandiose throne room masked the looming disquietude that tugged at his lifeless heart. the face was a cruel reminder of the human he once was. for the first time in a while, he wondered of the state of his wretched soul.
